Author's Notes: I hope you'll like it. I quite enjoyed writing this
chapter, actually. I'm planning to end it either in this chapter or the
next. It's all up to the readers, so please R+R!!!!
Our Story By like a falling star
*Tomoyo's POV*
I don't believe in love at first sight.
I never have, and I believe I never will.
Yes, not even with Eriol.
I guess I've already been what some people call a practical romantic. If that's even possible. I enjoy romantic gestures-flowers, candy, candlelit dinners, the works. I also believe in practicality-rent, work, paying the bills.
And being practical means that I believe that love is gradual. My theory has always been that if one falls in love with another at first sight, then it is mere physical attraction, lust, hormones, nothing more or less.
Eriol always says that he thinks he fell in love with me the moment he saw me.
Ok, so when he first stepped into class, I had the whole heart-pounding new- crush thing going, and my hunk-alert signals were flashing neon pink, and I was thinking, "Like, whoa! Is he cute or what!?"
Yeah, but that was only a crush, right? How can you fall in love with a guy you've barely met? I mean, if he turned out to be some obnoxious jerk I think I would have dropped him like hot coal, no matter how drop-dead gorgeous he was.
At that time, I still hadn't found out his true identity. We were kinda just hi-bye-how-you-doing friends, still at that somewhat shy stage. He seemed like the typical gentleman-nice, polite and sweet.
After Sakura changed the light and dark cards, after Eriol's true identity had been revealed, I realised that I really didn't know much about him at all. To me he was a mystery, a mystery yet to be unraveled.
After that whole incident with the cards, we became much closer than before. For the few years after that, when we were still just friends, he told about his life as Clow Reed, about his unusual ambition-not to be the greatest magician alive. He told me things about his life that he never told anyone, his thoughts, his feelings, how his greatest wish was to live an ordinary life-no magic, only love, love that he gave up in his past life as Clow.
I was like his diary, he told me once. He would pour all his secrets out, I would listen, and we would hold each other as we dreamed about our futures- him about his future, I about mine.
We never dreamed that we would share our futures.
We were best friends. I guess that I actually had two best friends-Sakura, whom I would giggle and gossip and share my laughter with. And. Eriol. My constant companion, who cheered me up when I was down, who wiped the tears from my cheeks, who said that he loved me no matter how many times I hurt him, who told me I was beautiful when I got dumped, who brought me joy, and, most importantly, love.
And all this time we were friends.
Just friends, we would smile and say, when people commented that we were such a cute couple. Just friends, we would shake our heads in unison and say, when okaa-san beamed at us during our first school dance in Junior High, gushing about my cute date. Just friends, we would say, when we were elected Prom King and Prom Queen in senior year of highschool, and were being interviewed.
Just friends, I went through the first eighteen years of my life thinking. I'm surprised at how long I had been deceiving myself.
One night I remember very clearly. We were on the beach, listening to the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, watching the soapy white foam wash against the sand in darkness, holding each other as usual as we talked.
Eriol said, Tomoyo, where are you going to be ten years from now?
I laughed at the frankness of his question and answered his question as truthfully as possible. I don't know, otomodachi, I told him frankly, But I know I hope to be here, on this same beach, in this same spot, here with you.
He just looked at me and smiled. Pick a star, Tomoyo. He said.
My curiosity piqued, I looked at him in question. Why? I asked.
He just laughed and told me to pick a star.
So I leaned back and looked at the white sparks in the sky that twinkled over the washed darkness. That one, I said, pointing at a solitary star in the night, separated from the rest of the stars. It looks so lonely, all by itself. I explained.
Make a wish, Eriol urged me.
So I did. I closed my eyes for a long time and wished for so many things, so many wonderful, material things, but most of all, I wished that ten years from then, I would be at the same spot in that same beach, with Eriol by my side.
When I was finally done, I opened my eyes asked him what it was for.
Everytime you want to make a wish, look to that star and remember me. Eriol said. That is your star.
No, I corrected him. That is our star. Look to it and remember me. Promise?
Eriol then gazed at me with this indescribable look in his eyes. Full of intensity and warmth and something that I'd never seen before. He never answered my question, but I think it was then that I fell totally, completely in love with him.
Before that, I think I loved him, but this was different, something new.
The rest of the night we just sat there, admiring the sky, feeling the breeze, enjoying the comfortable silence, and watching our futures pass us by.
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Our Story By like a falling star
*Tomoyo's POV*
I don't believe in love at first sight.
I never have, and I believe I never will.
Yes, not even with Eriol.
I guess I've already been what some people call a practical romantic. If that's even possible. I enjoy romantic gestures-flowers, candy, candlelit dinners, the works. I also believe in practicality-rent, work, paying the bills.
And being practical means that I believe that love is gradual. My theory has always been that if one falls in love with another at first sight, then it is mere physical attraction, lust, hormones, nothing more or less.
Eriol always says that he thinks he fell in love with me the moment he saw me.
Ok, so when he first stepped into class, I had the whole heart-pounding new- crush thing going, and my hunk-alert signals were flashing neon pink, and I was thinking, "Like, whoa! Is he cute or what!?"
Yeah, but that was only a crush, right? How can you fall in love with a guy you've barely met? I mean, if he turned out to be some obnoxious jerk I think I would have dropped him like hot coal, no matter how drop-dead gorgeous he was.
At that time, I still hadn't found out his true identity. We were kinda just hi-bye-how-you-doing friends, still at that somewhat shy stage. He seemed like the typical gentleman-nice, polite and sweet.
After Sakura changed the light and dark cards, after Eriol's true identity had been revealed, I realised that I really didn't know much about him at all. To me he was a mystery, a mystery yet to be unraveled.
After that whole incident with the cards, we became much closer than before. For the few years after that, when we were still just friends, he told about his life as Clow Reed, about his unusual ambition-not to be the greatest magician alive. He told me things about his life that he never told anyone, his thoughts, his feelings, how his greatest wish was to live an ordinary life-no magic, only love, love that he gave up in his past life as Clow.
I was like his diary, he told me once. He would pour all his secrets out, I would listen, and we would hold each other as we dreamed about our futures- him about his future, I about mine.
We never dreamed that we would share our futures.
We were best friends. I guess that I actually had two best friends-Sakura, whom I would giggle and gossip and share my laughter with. And. Eriol. My constant companion, who cheered me up when I was down, who wiped the tears from my cheeks, who said that he loved me no matter how many times I hurt him, who told me I was beautiful when I got dumped, who brought me joy, and, most importantly, love.
And all this time we were friends.
Just friends, we would smile and say, when people commented that we were such a cute couple. Just friends, we would shake our heads in unison and say, when okaa-san beamed at us during our first school dance in Junior High, gushing about my cute date. Just friends, we would say, when we were elected Prom King and Prom Queen in senior year of highschool, and were being interviewed.
Just friends, I went through the first eighteen years of my life thinking. I'm surprised at how long I had been deceiving myself.
One night I remember very clearly. We were on the beach, listening to the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, watching the soapy white foam wash against the sand in darkness, holding each other as usual as we talked.
Eriol said, Tomoyo, where are you going to be ten years from now?
I laughed at the frankness of his question and answered his question as truthfully as possible. I don't know, otomodachi, I told him frankly, But I know I hope to be here, on this same beach, in this same spot, here with you.
He just looked at me and smiled. Pick a star, Tomoyo. He said.
My curiosity piqued, I looked at him in question. Why? I asked.
He just laughed and told me to pick a star.
So I leaned back and looked at the white sparks in the sky that twinkled over the washed darkness. That one, I said, pointing at a solitary star in the night, separated from the rest of the stars. It looks so lonely, all by itself. I explained.
Make a wish, Eriol urged me.
So I did. I closed my eyes for a long time and wished for so many things, so many wonderful, material things, but most of all, I wished that ten years from then, I would be at the same spot in that same beach, with Eriol by my side.
When I was finally done, I opened my eyes asked him what it was for.
Everytime you want to make a wish, look to that star and remember me. Eriol said. That is your star.
No, I corrected him. That is our star. Look to it and remember me. Promise?
Eriol then gazed at me with this indescribable look in his eyes. Full of intensity and warmth and something that I'd never seen before. He never answered my question, but I think it was then that I fell totally, completely in love with him.
Before that, I think I loved him, but this was different, something new.
The rest of the night we just sat there, admiring the sky, feeling the breeze, enjoying the comfortable silence, and watching our futures pass us by.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*